"Grandaughter"
Snow flakes fall as reminders
joys of December will soon be upon us
just as each snow flake's print differs
each December holds eventful memories
on the nineth day of December, in 1993
that precious, joyful event was-you!
refreshing as a Spring bouqet
a waited for after a long winter's chill.
2007-11-25
23:51:24
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jenny
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Yes I wrote the poem yesterday, for my
grandaughter. sometimes children seem slighted with a Dec. birthday!
2007-11-26
00:53:27 ·
update #1